metaphorically speaking

metaphorically speaking

metaphorically speaking

my felicific meanderings

and masturbatory philandering

is best done

with my own pandering

of self

i mean . . .

if i can’t get my self ON

and Off

then who can

i am ready

to pop my Betty

in Boo

and you too

you see

something within me

has been brewing

stewing

all my damn life

and i think

it is time to set the table

that we may dine

the fables of this day

we have been fed

are true

the handwriting on the walls

in those holy halls

we call scripture

verse

that was dispersed

for man to ingest

was but a test

to see if we were listening

let he who has an ear hear

is what he said

yet we kept

regurgitating

the agitating doctrines

and teachings

for they disturbed

our sense of peace

but you knew

like i knew

that the day would come

when all this bullshit

had to cease

yes we knew

like Agnew knew

that’s what Gil Scott said

that song plays over and over

in my head

sometimes

yes sometimes

we do have those epiphanies

disturbing our delusional symphonies

and we get on our knees to pray

pleading for our anguish to stop

pour some milk on it

as we listen to the

Snap, Crackle and Pop

and just like Rice Crispies

they ain’t crispy no more

like whores on the first of the month

we think we got it goin’ on

getting paid

to get laid

but again

like Gil spoke

“did you hear what they said”

choke on that shit

another song of reckoning

playing between my ears

skipping recordings

beckoning me

and you too dude

to stop feuding

and fighting

with our higher self

we have been looking for treasure

and misguided temporal pleasures

when the Gold of Soul

was always within

is that the original Sin ?

Lorde help us

and we are still raiding

that damn Tree

in the Garden

blaming it on Satan

that’s what Flip quipped . . .

“the Devil made me do it”

like the only Cock in the Chicken yard

we the Bards of expressions

are parading vibrantly

teasingly

as we mock God himself

with our terse verse

please, get a grip

or you will be back again

for the next trip

around this damn

merry go round

like clowns in a Carnival

we have learned

to paint our own faces

crazy ain’t it

makeup !

Are we the Gods

of this Breath we have

while we have it ?

is this the test

we have come to take

who will pass this “GO”

you can keep the damn $200.00

i just want out of the game

where my name is the Monopoly

of how i am identified

quantified

and thus

qualified

that guy born “me”

has died a long time ago you see

and i have been struggling fervently

to recapture that essence

the presence

of who “i” in my deepest recesses

know that i am

you see,

the “i” in me is my Cosmic Gem

and i have been mining for it

minding for it

looking for what i already have

and when i did open my eyes

i realized

that you had it too

we all have

that connection

without deflection

that escapes the obvious detection

that tells us of the direction

we should go

march on

and i know

you know

what i am speaking on

i think soon come the time

when rhyme will no longer suffice

better realize

before the time is gone

metaphorically speaking

© 21 April 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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